Cases? [Like a dog with a bone, he almost visibly perks for the information being offered.] Like a detective?
[Despite his uncertainty, the idea feels so right that it earns a bright, crooked grin in response.]
That's brills. And you helped, you said? So like a consultant or s'mmat? [Didn't detectives always have people like that? Contacts and consultants?
There was still that confusing tangle in him, that jealousy, but without a proper source, as off-kilter as knowing nothing was making him, relief at someone being able to see him let alone know him was winning over the uncertain feeling. Though the Cat would likely see the faint signs of it like a quiet question in the edges of his smile. But, it also didn't seem that he was feeling aggressive either in the moment.]
'Bout sums it up. [He's not repeating every little detail that the Cat is giving him, but he's definitely listening, gathering up the names and information to ponder later. Port Townsend. London. Some sort of curse.]
Cats have kings? [He tilted his head at that, considering the idea. It sounded familiar again, but vaguely so.] Always seemed a bit too independent for that sorta thing, cats. But then you'd know better than me.
I'd introduce myself but- [A tilt of his head and a tap of a finger against a temple with a wry cast to his grin.] Well. Suppose you don't need it if you know me anyways!
[He wasn't going to think on how nervous it was making him as the surprise of waking without memories was starting to ease off. It was so easy though to smother that unease under a smile and a bright tone. Like muscle memory.]
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[Despite his uncertainty, the idea feels so right that it earns a bright, crooked grin in response.]
That's brills. And you helped, you said? So like a consultant or s'mmat? [Didn't detectives always have people like that? Contacts and consultants?
There was still that confusing tangle in him, that jealousy, but without a proper source, as off-kilter as knowing nothing was making him, relief at someone being able to see him let alone know him was winning over the uncertain feeling. Though the Cat would likely see the faint signs of it like a quiet question in the edges of his smile. But, it also didn't seem that he was feeling aggressive either in the moment.]
'Bout sums it up. [He's not repeating every little detail that the Cat is giving him, but he's definitely listening, gathering up the names and information to ponder later. Port Townsend. London. Some sort of curse.]
Cats have kings? [He tilted his head at that, considering the idea. It sounded familiar again, but vaguely so.] Always seemed a bit too independent for that sorta thing, cats. But then you'd know better than me.
I'd introduce myself but- [A tilt of his head and a tap of a finger against a temple with a wry cast to his grin.] Well. Suppose you don't need it if you know me anyways!
[He wasn't going to think on how nervous it was making him as the surprise of waking without memories was starting to ease off. It was so easy though to smother that unease under a smile and a bright tone. Like muscle memory.]